Disclaimer: Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa Malfoy are NOT my characters. None of the Harry Potter characters are. However, most of the characters in this ficcy are, in deed, my characters, so please don't use them!
The thunder crashed outside seven-year-old Draco Malfoy's bedroom window. He shuddered, wrapping the thin covers closer around his cold body. A bolt of lightning signaled that this one thunderstorm was far from over.
He sighed, hot tears falling down his pale face. He just wished he could have warmer covers, instead of the thin sheets his mother and father ordered him to use. Why did they hate him so much? He'd never done anything wrong. He did everything they asked him to, whether he wanted to or not. But, he didn't have much of an opinion on anything. Nothing he said mattered to his parents, and that was how it had always been. An abusive family. That's the environment Draco had grown up in. And that isn't what he wanted at all.
He wanted a family. A real family, one who would care for him and treat him like a human being. But did he have that? No. All he had was a father who only cared about his work and a mother who was nearly always drunk and beating him until he could barely breath. But she didn't really mean to, did she? After all, she was always drunk. Always. It seemed as though that was her life, instead of this terrible family she had raised.
Only time would tell if things would change. But they probably wouldn't. Nothing ever went right for Draco Malfoy. Sure, he had a few friends around the neighborhood, but those were the only people he was allowed to associate with. His own kind. But he wanted to meet some muggles, he didn't want to limit himself to just one kind of wizarding blood. That's what his father wanted. Lucius Malfoy didn't want his only son turning bad, as he said, and befriending muggle children. Draco, on the other hand, didn't see a problem with him, and neither did his friends or their families. Oh how he desired to have the life of his friends...
"I wish I had a loving family..." he whispered into the night, a thunder crash and a lightning bolt following his quiet words. He sighed once again, finally falling asleep.
The thunder crashed outside seven-year-old Draco Malfoy's bedroom window. He shuddered, wrapping the thin covers closer around his cold body. A bolt of lightning signaled that this one thunderstorm was far from over.
He sighed, hot tears falling down his pale face. He just wished he could have warmer covers, instead of the thin sheets his mother and father ordered him to use. Why did they hate him so much? He'd never done anything wrong. He did everything they asked him to, whether he wanted to or not. But, he didn't have much of an opinion on anything. Nothing he said mattered to his parents, and that was how it had always been. An abusive family. That's the environment Draco had grown up in. And that isn't what he wanted at all.
He wanted a family. A real family, one who would care for him and treat him like a human being. But did he have that? No. All he had was a father who only cared about his work and a mother who was nearly always drunk and beating him until he could barely breath. But she didn't really mean to, did she? After all, she was always drunk. Always. It seemed as though that was her life, instead of this terrible family she had raised.
Only time would tell if things would change. But they probably wouldn't. Nothing ever went right for Draco Malfoy. Sure, he had a few friends around the neighborhood, but those were the only people he was allowed to associate with. His own kind. But he wanted to meet some muggles, he didn't want to limit himself to just one kind of wizarding blood. That's what his father wanted. Lucius Malfoy didn't want his only son turning bad, as he said, and befriending muggle children. Draco, on the other hand, didn't see a problem with him, and neither did his friends or their families. Oh how he desired to have the life of his friends...
"I wish I had a loving family..." he whispered into the night, a thunder crash and a lightning bolt following his quiet words. He sighed once again, finally falling asleep.